I promise, too,' said Jim. 'I'll make sure they're here at Pin Mill on Friday in time for tea.'
'that's all right,' said mother.' have a good time. and if you stop at Shotley, or anywhere else, try to telephone me at Miss Powell's.'
mother and Bridget climbed down into the old rowing boat and the Goblin got ready to sail. the mainsail was pulled up and began to fill in the wind. John stood ready to untie the rope to the buoy.
'let go now,' called Jim,and John dropped the Goblin's buoy back into the water.
'all gone, sir!' shouted John.
'pull up the staysail,' called Jim. 'pull on that rope,Susan. that's right. we're sailing.'
the Goblin turned round in the water and moved faster as the wind filled her sails.
'goodbye,' called mother and bridget, waving.
'goodbye,' shouted the crew of the Goblin as she sailed away down the river in the warm afternoon sunshine.